Aint No Better Freedom

Yo ho dough and a bottle of rum and stale crumpets for you and me Arrggh matey, you have been shanghaied and we’re heading to sea if you squawk or protest, Cap’n will flail you or make you walk the plank. We’ll not come home ‘til bounty and booty we find, this I’ll bank. Yo ho dough, there is no reason to have a tantrum or a fit. Pick up a weapon along the way, for fighting is more than a bit. Arrggh matey, enjoy the ship, and learn to tolerate the crew. There ain’t no better freedoms for the likes of me and you.